Mythology and its creatures had always captivated you. The stories behind each being fascinating, igniting a passion for researching their history and making extensive essays. Your work earned recognition online, gathering well-deserved attention that made the effort feel worthwhile. At least your obsession wasn’t for nothing.

But this time, your pursuit called for a more hands-on approach. Rumours of a strange market appearing in the middle of nowhere began circulating as the Spring Festival arrived. Posts made by netizens claimed of glimpses of a radiant marketplace flickering in the depths of who knows where. Naturally, you had to investigate.

The market’s appearances were spontaneous. Still, you arrived prepared with a camera and notebook at the most reported location—a clearing nestled between two ancient woodland trees. Witnesses described a cobblestone street appearing briefly before vanishing like a mirage. None had crossed its threshold.

It was foolish to expect instant results, but patience was a virtue you embraced. You laid out a small picnic and resolved to play the waiting game, however dull it turned out to be.

Then, it happened. The air shifted, subtle at first but unmistakable. Daylight’s warm hues faded into silvery moonlight, and the forest's murmur was replaced by a vibrant hum. The landscape transformed; the flora disappeared, replaced by a cobblestone path lined with glowing lanterns and colourful stalls.

The crowd was far from human. Otherworldly figures moved gracefully through the market. Some had shimmering scales, feathered wings, or sleek fur - others possessed elongated limbs or flowing hair that defied gravity. These were yaoguai, creatures of myth brought to life.

“Greetings, human. It seems you’ve found us.” A monotone voice startled you. Turning, you saw a petite girl with elven-like ears and draconic horns poking from her head. Her cerulean eyes locked onto yours.

“I am your wayfinder, Zhao Meifen. At your service,” she said, bowing slightly, expression unmoving.